[Intro]
Sunlight on flour, a clock that sighs.
A note on the glass: a plan for a quiet reprise.
[Verse 1]
The grumpy baker yawns behind the dusty glass,
He dreams of a day off, away from the hustle and mass.
He wants to try a new recipe, something soft and bright,
To swap hot ovens for a slow, delicious dawn of light.
[Chorus]
No more dough, just me and my glee!
Gnomes in garden hats sing silver and free.
Flour fades to laughter in the warm afternoon breeze,
No more dough, just me and my glee!
[Verse 2]
From flower pots they spill, a chorus in porcelain hue,
Singing while spoons become drums and the whisking turns to cue.
Their tiny feet tap the counter, their bells ring in breeze,
The baker grins, day off blooming under the gnomes' glee.
[Chorus]
No more dough, just me and my glee!
Gnomes in garden hats sing silver and free.
Flour fades to laughter in the warm afternoon breeze,
No more dough, just me and my glee!
[Bridge]
If joy can rise like bread, I’ll share this bake with them,
A festival of tiny singers brightening every hymn.
The planned day dissolves into a festival of light,
And the kitchen becomes a village, dancing through the night.
[Chorus]
No more dough, just me and my glee!
Gnomes in garden hats sing silver and free.
Flour fades to laughter in the warm afternoon breeze,
No more dough, just me and my glee!
[Outro]
The oven cools, the smile sticks, the plan finally right.
The garden sings on, as daylight folds into the night.
